Chaos is when the soul suffers

the deepest of conflicts,

And the mind can no longer

silence scorching questions

curiously asked from within.

Chaos is when the conscience

constantly wavers between,

what is 'good' and what is 'bad'.

It is when the darkest of fears

dwell right beneath your

seemingly normal facade.

Chaos is when the eyes

falter at the utterance

of that one word,

that pulls the trigger

from within only to

disorient your very

calmly existance.

Chaos is when

the air outside is

peacefully still

But the air within you

just chokes you ardently.

Chaos is when the clueless world

fails to address the confusion

that dwindles the peace from

within,

And it's people judge each other

with loud swears,

And themselves in tormenting

silence.

Chaos is when everything is falling apart and yet,you're at sinful peace.